All the roads that I have been through
The lanes that I came across
Jolts to a stone of uncertainties
The time, where I went silent
Chasing what is to be sapid
All crashes down to the very beginning
Yet, there are few I keep in me close,
The jewels of my disappearance
For the time I spend for a breather
Here I dig the pen I burried.
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There is no middle ground,
When it comes between you and poetry
Either I turn you into my poetry
Or I turn my poetry into you.-
She stood in the aisle
Unsure of what to choose
From the sea of thoughts
The present or the future
And that has made the difference.-
Unconfined
I don't know
How this strain of muddled mind
Gained over me
I suppose I let it hover on me
As I failed to tame my thoughts
But why should I even be caged
By this edgy front of despair
I am a prowess of unboundness
And I am under no charge
So why should I be its slave.-
New Meetings
On what grounds
Does new meetings happen
I see there is a wave
Of new apprehension
Running through the veins
Of our mind
And what brings about
Is acceptance of our own
There is a mutual contract
Something that I call a safe space
Within which we are allowed
To gain trust and company
Within which you are gladden
Within which you regain you.-
Toughness
That I am in no fear,
And I shall be a fire
The storm that I have crossed
Doesn't make me frail
I suppose it is a trial
Of my tough roots
And nothing shall shine
But my flowers.-
I find it funny sometimes,
When these flashes of you
Hovers over my mind
I thought what more is left to come off
After all that those uncanny silences,
All those hushed beats
Nothing has been received and given
It likes those waves of the ocean
That never reaches us
Only to walk back to where we was
I feel it is those falls of moments
That is quite abstruse to own
But you hold to sometimes
Not that you are agreeing to it
But something that's not ahold
And I see the gift of your illustration
Something I tried to barter with my words
Although I knew it was obtuse
To even think of sowing two seeds together
That is very much foreign to both
And that is where I misconstrued
Trying to bring two different story
In a book so diverse in plot
And so it shall remain in parts.-
Obituary
You have put away
All the dreams that you achieved
Which are framed in history books
And whom should I take lessons from
If it's not you.-
I have fallen in love
With your leaves
That grows every spring
And gaze at your flowers
The prime of all I see
I lie in the yard by the trees
Where every fall of your flowers
Revives me like the summer rains.
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Reflection Of The Mirror
When I was in fourth standard
Our class teacher asked us
What would we become in life
Everyone was quick to utter
All the familiar answers one presumed
I was quite reluctant to answer,
And somehow wanted an escape
From a daunting question that I have been asked
I went mute, unable to think anything that I could be
I was low in self esteem,
Who doesn't know if I would do something in life
Or what I love to do
It was a child's play if I am to be wise
But I was skeptical,
Because I was unable to place myself,
In every aspect that I could have thought
I didn't answer but go mute
Thus far I have been through leaps and bounds
Gone through seesaws,
Scaled some of the mounds of life
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